That’s what was pissing me off. I sat next to my father watching mindless crap on TV and got high. Xnxx Murder may be the only human occupation older than screwing for gain, so it shouldn’t be hard to find facts, figures, and job applications for a sexual profession. I looked at him from eyes to hard-on then asked, “What the hell would you do with that if I just returned the money?”
“I have a no-return policy, sorry dear,” he warned, “and I’m collecting all the IOUs tonight.” Dad put a hand on my stomach and pressed up, under the top to my breasts. I lay next to my father and pulled the blanket to my armpit, “Tell me.”
He was lying on his side facing me, “You’re not gonna let go of this are you?”
“Nope. He knew I wasn’t Daddy’s Little Princess, “Come on Dad, we don’t have secrets, not now, and I’m just a tiny bit pissed off because I’m digging nickels out of the bottom of my purse while you’re plugging holes with big notes.
